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Even Liu Fangfei felt pain upon seeing it, and her delicate brows furrowed as she hurriedly stepped forward to help pry open Hua Xiyue's mischievous little hands.

"Sister, let go quickly!"

But Hua Xiyue was very stubborn and refused to let go no matter what.

Ignoring the pain, Chu Yang quickly channeled his energy and inserted the silver needle into Hua Xiyue's acupoints, transferring extreme yang energy into her.

Before long, Hua Xiyue's beautiful eyes regained their clarity, and the blush on her pretty face faded.

Seeing Chu Yang's uncomfortable expression, he asked in confusion, "Why do you look so constipated?"

Chu Yang pointed downwards with a bitter expression.

Hua Xiyue looked down and quickly let go, her pretty face blushing again.

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

In her panic, she hastily picked a topic to talk about.

"You... why did you take so long to arrive?"

Chu Yang's lips twitched violently a few times.

"No way, how dare you ask that? I ran thirty kilometers, thirty kilometers!"

He shook the navigation.

My phone keeps telling me I'm speeding.

"Hmph! Didn't you ask for it?" Hua Xiyue said arrogantly.

However, she immediately lowered her voice with deep anxiety and said, "That old lecher is a Grandmaster of the highest level."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yang also showed a look of surprise.

Take, for example, when Ai Qiandao lost two Grandmaster-level protectors at the Su Group, he didn't seem to care at all.

His gaze swept across the room and landed on the unconscious Chi Ming and Yun Lie.

"Yueyue, hurry and save them!"

Hua Xiyue knew the situation was urgent and dared not delay, but she still gave a word of advice.

"You...be careful. That old lecher is very skilled."

Chu Yang waved his hand with a faint smile, "Go and save them."

In an instant, the smile on his face vanished, and he pointed to the large tree behind Fang Wanli.

"Old dog, did you post those people?"

Fang Wanli looked Chu Yang up and down but found nothing unusual about him. On the contrary, the true energy surging around him was very weak.

"Heh, you fooled me just now! That's right, it was me! What can you do about it?"

Chu Yang clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his skin, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

"You'll see what I'm capable of."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sprang up and leaped onto the treetop.

A moment later, more than twenty people were neatly arranged on the ground.

Most of them had already died, but Xiao Zhi, Sun Tie, and a few others with slightly higher martial arts skills still had faint breaths.

After feeding the pills to the group, Chu Yang's silver needles fell like a meteor shower. In an instant, the group trembled violently, and a trace of color gradually returned to their faces.

"Damn it! You actually dared to save the person my master wanted to torture!"

A black-clad martial artist, at the Transformation Realm, roared and pounced forward, his fist swirling fiercely, aiming straight for Chu Yang's back!

Chu Yang didn't even turn his head; his figure shifted slightly like a ghost to avoid the attack.

His left arm shot out like a venomous snake, precisely gripping his wrist and twisting it in the opposite direction!

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound of bone breaking!

Before the martial artist's screams could even finish, Chu Yang's right hand had already swept across his throat with lightning speed.

"Well……"

The martial artist's eyes bulged out, all his aura instantly collapsed, his throat bones shattered, and his body slumped to the ground like mud.

The movements were fluid and effortless; with a casual gesture, life and death were already decided.

Chu Yang glanced sideways at the remaining dozen or so black-clad warriors.

"Come over if you want to go first."

Upon seeing this, the black-clad warriors flew into a rage.

"Senior Brother! We'll avenge you!"

All those people pulled out a small bottle of red liquid from their pockets, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one gulp.

Chu Yang frowned at Fang Wanli, "Old dog! You bunch of little puppies actually like to have a drink?"

When Fang Wanli saw Chu Yang brutally kill his black-clad disciple, he had already made a judgment in his mind: Chu Yang was just a martial artist at the early stage of Grandmaster, whose cultivation was only slightly higher than that disciple at the peak of Transformation Realm.

However, Chu Yang was ruthless and his combat experience was clearly much higher than that of the disciple.

He looked at Chu Yang and sneered, saying, "My disciples are all Transformation Realm martial artists. The potion they use is a martial arts enhancement agent developed by the Ai family of the Northern Frontier, which can raise a person's cultivation level by one major realm within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

As he spoke, his eyes turned mocking, as if he were waiting to see a good show.

"Next, you'll be torn to shreds by my disciples."

Chu Yang frowned slightly.

Although this kind of drug that temporarily enhances a martial artist's strength is rarely seen on the market and the formula is very precious, he can still refine it.

However, this drug will inevitably produce severe side effects.

Sure enough, those who drank the potion went mad, their eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on their foreheads, and drool dripping from their mouths.

Chu Yang used his Qi Observation Technique to judge from the current state of their Qi and blood that they had drunk the lowest quality medicine.

This kind of medicine can't be used too many times in a lifetime, otherwise it will either kill you or leave you crippled.

"I did a good deed and helped them pass on to the afterlife."

Fang Wanli sneered, "I'd like to see how you'll deliver a dozen or so martial artists who are close to Grandmaster level from the afterlife."

Facing a dozen or so bloodshot, roaring, and surging drug users, Chu Yang curled his lips into a cold smile.

"roar!"

The first blow came from the giant fist of the medicine man, which slammed down with the force of wind and thunder!

Instead of retreating, Chu Yang advanced, his figure suddenly blurring as if merging into the swift wind.

He cut into the opponent's center like a ghost, and his left hand gripped the opponent's wrist bone like an iron clamp and twisted it fiercely!

"Snap—!"

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of bones cracking, the man's arm twisted into a horrifying angle.

Chu Yang's right fist was as fast as lightning, carrying immense force, and struck precisely in the throat!

The drug-wielding man's eyes bulged out, his Adam's apple shattered, and his massive body was sent flying backward by the terrifying force of the punch, crashing into the crowd behind him and knocking over several people.

"Kill him!"

The remaining drug users pounced on them in a frenzy, their fists, feet, and claws tearing through the air and weaving into a storm of death.

Facing more than a dozen medicine men whose strength was close to that of a Grandmaster, Chu Yang moved like a dragon, dodging and weaving in the confined space, each tiny movement perfectly avoiding fatal attacks.

His movements are extremely concise, and every move he makes is a killing blow!

The edge of the palm is like a knife, capable of shattering neck bones!

Fingers as sharp as steel cones, piercing through the temple!

The knee strike was like a hammer, shattering the chest!

……

He transformed into a blur of life-reaping streaks, leaving behind a trail of cracking bones like firecrackers and bursts of blood mist wherever he went.

Those drug users who briefly gained power were like paper in front of him, collapsing in an instant and dying in a flash.

In just a few breaths, the dozen or so drug-infused people who had rushed at him had all turned into twisted, limp corpses, scattered all over the ground.

The scene fell into a sudden, deathly silence, with only the thick, unyielding stench of blood remaining.

Having obtained the Yin Sha Pill and the Yin Qi of the Moon, and today having his Qi and blood regulated by the Enchanting Yin Body, Chu Yang's own strength is rapidly recovering and improving.

Although these people appear to have reached the mid-to-late stage of Grandmaster level, their true qi, which is driven by medicinal power, is actually weak inside and strong on the outside.

He flicked the blood off his wrist, his icy gaze piercing through the pervasive blood mist, fixing on Fang Wanli like a sharp sword.

"Old dog, your puppies are on their way."

Fang Wanli was shocked by what he had just witnessed.

Although he wasn't exactly afraid, he had begun to look at Chu Yang with new respect.

What puzzled him most was that the aura emanating from Chu Yang varied greatly in level each time he killed someone.

He had a misconception that Chu Yang seemed to adjust his strength based on the strength of his opponents.

But on second thought, this is utter nonsense.

To achieve the subtlety of using Qi, one must reach the level of a grandmaster.

However, for someone of Chu Yang's age to break through to the Grandmaster realm is already considered a prodigy.

Let alone a Grandmaster at the pinnacle, even an ordinary Grandmaster who has opened the meridians could not do it.

Ultimately, he concluded that Chu Yang must have practiced some kind of rare cultivation technique.

"Hahaha, you're quite an interesting kid. Hand over your techniques, and I'll give you a quick death."

Chu Yang tore off a piece of someone's clothing to use as a towel to wipe the blood off his hands, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"A cultivation technique? Very well! Tell me your trump card, and I'll teach you the technique."

Seemingly surprised that Chu Yang would make such a request, Fang Wanli was visibly taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... It doesn't matter! You're already a dead man anyway, so telling you won't hurt!"